Her voice was full of pain and despair, but she could not hear it...to her it was just a song she had known since forever. The man in front of her though, was listening with an ill look; his mouth and nose started bleeding and tears began to roll across his face towards his trembling chin. His eyes were soon empty as he was lying dead at her feet. She felt no pity or sadness...the only thing she could feel was remorse. Once the man's breath stopped her song ended. She had no intention of using this foul gift of hers against him, but the idiot had been reaching for his knife so she had no choice but to defend herself.
The other people in the inn looked terrified and barely had the courage to whisper about the horrifying sound they had just heard and the strange death of the woman's attacker.
She looked up at the crowd and felt like she was about to faint. She gathered few strength that was left in her body and started speaking with a soft, yet firm voice:
"It is not my intent to harm any of you and it is not in your interest to put yourself in harm's way. What you saw was an act of self-defense and just a taste of what I am capable of. All I want is a hot meal and a warm bed to rest as most of you so please, leave me be."
A tall man in his mid-forties stood up and walked towards the center of the room. He had long gray hair, cold blue eyes and an overall raggedy look. He was wearing a black handled long-sword and his scars were a sure sign that he was not afraid to use it. He was walking with the ease of the wind and his steps were so light that you could not hear the sound of the boots on the wooden floor.
"Turn back to your plates and mugs. There's nothing more to see and mind my words, this did not happen."
He approached the woman only now realizing that she was beautiful. She had pale skin, dark hair, yellow cat-like eyes and her lips were blood red. Her skin was velvet soft and there were no features that one could tell her age by. She was wearing a blue satin cloak, black leather boots and on her left hand index finger a silver ring with a black pyramid shaped rock. As the man approached her, she felt a wave of warmth taking over her body along with a feeling of safety and comfort.
"My name is Dalomir milady. You are a ráke, i knew it since you stepped in, and if you wonder how and also why you suddenly feel warm please let me introduce myself properly."
Dalomir's voice changed sounding like a thunder and his eyes turned white while he lifted from the ground.
"I am Dalomir, descendant of the house of Harkens, bearer of the Mark and guardian of the Old Law."
Nobody besides the woman he was talking to seemed to have noticed what happened to Dalomir. She was sure now that she would not have to use her power anymore as long as this strange man was looking out for her. He was a Guardian of Old and a nobleman. As a bearer of the Mark, very few would have the courage to stand against him.
"They call me Ehléwin. Thank you for your aid sir."
At the sound of her name Dalomir froze. He did not expect to ever meet her of all the rákes.
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